Glow like ember
Golden and cold
Seethe like a hiss
Of which i'm told
Fire behind eyes
That see too much
Cold of the coal
Black to the touch
Blues and purples
Pure fire of ice
Angels breath
Sweet smelling spice
There's nothing like
The stars above
Nothing except
An angel's love
Raven Syke
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/angels-in-the-stars/
